NANNY FOR MENDES.

Hundred-forty-five

SHAWN'S POV

As soon as I open the bathroom door to get back to my wife, I find Emile in my face.

I didn't like her very much. I didn't like the hatred she looked at Soph with at the table. Or the way she spoke. I'm not very fond. And I knew at the table what Soph was talking about.

I clear my throat. "Can you please let me pass?"

"What do you like in Soph? Why do you like her that much?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." She spreads her arms open, resting her hand against the doorframe, completely blocking the way.

"First of all, I don't like Soph, I love her. So much. Second, what is that weird question?"

Again with that hatred.

"Why did you choose her? I mean, she was just a nanny, and you were the Shawn Mendes."

What in the fucking hell is wrong with her?

"I chose her because I fell in love with her. And I couldn't care less that she was a nanny. And she was never just a nanny, she's always been more."

"How can you love her?"

This is getting uncomfortable. Correction: very uncomfortable.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

That's when the right word pops into my mind: jealous.

"I'm just surprised how you chose Sophia, when you could've had any girl you wanted."

"Who did you want me to choose? You?"

"Why not?" She's saying in a flirty way.

I'm married, for fuck's sake.

"This is so inappropriate. Let me go, please."

"Why?"

"Because I'm married, to your cousin, and if I have the least bit of respect to her, I won't in this situation with you."

I move a bit forward, expecting her to move back, but no. 

She leans in, trying to kiss her, but I push against her abdomen.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Kissing you." She says so casually, as if it means nothing.

"You're crazy. Let me fucking go."

"Why?" She puts her hand against my arm.

As I take her hand off me, I hear Soph's voice.

Soph. 

She won't leave me again, will she?

"Get your filthy hand off my husband, you bitch." 

Suddenly, Soph pulls Emile back, away from me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Emile? That's my husband, for fuck's sake. How can you do this to me? How can you be such a bitch?" Soph raises her voice.

Her jealousy and her anger... so hot.

"Why did he choose you? In what way are you better than me?" 

That's when everybody walks in.

"I'm prettier than you, smarter than you. I have a college degree and you don't."

"Just shut the fuck up! You have no right to touch my husband, or to put me or him in such a situation. You were literally blocking his way out, and looking at him in this slutty way!"

"Actually, I wasn't just touching him. I was trying to kiss him."

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SOPH'S POV

Kissing him?

I slap her, hard.

I don't feel it. I just do it. Without thinking. It just happened.

"Putaine!" (Whore!)

I go stand next to Shawn, wrap my arms around his back.

"What the hell are you talking about, Emile? You were trying to kiss your cousin's husband? Are you joking?!" Amélie.

"Why did he marry her? Why did he even date her in the first place? The bitch was making me jealous over dinner the whole time!"

"She wasn't making you jealous! She didn't do anything! I was watching you and her at dinner. You are the one who's just jealous! She did nothing!"

"And you're on her side, too?!"

"YES! We all are! Even your own mother can't say anything! You crossed a line here!"

She looks at her mother.

"Maman?" (Mom?)

"Go get your stuff. We're leaving." Her mom says, so calmly, it feels like the calm before the storm.

"But--"

"No buts! We're leaving! It's all your fault! You can't just kiss your cousin's husband!"

She takes a final look at me and Shawn, looking at us with hatred, and turns around, leaves.

"Bitch." I say.

Then I look at everybody.

"I'm sorry, Sophia." Emile's mom says.

"Please, save it. Be thankful I didn't kill her."

She nods, looks at the ground, ashamed and leaves.

"I need a break. Please, no one talks to us the rest of the night." I say and walk us into our room.

"My God! That fucking bitch!" I walk around the room, very angry, wanting to kill her.

"Babe, calm down, please."

"Calm down? I can't just calm down!"

"Nothing happened. I pushed her away from me."

"I know."

"Thank you for standing by my side, and... not running away?"

I stop in my tracks.

"You proved to me enough that you would never do anything to hurt me like this, Shawn. And I'm not putting you--us-- through this ever again. Once is enough."

He nods, walks over to me, takes my face in his hand and kisses me.

Instantly, my anger is gone, and I'm so relaxed....

"Wanna have sex?" He whispers in my ear.

"I always do. But we have to stay calm." I wink, and bite my lip.

"This turns me on."

"I know."

"You still do it."

"Oh, yes."

"You did this to yourself." 

"Wha--Ah!" I laugh.

"Shhhh."

He puts us on the bed, him on top of me, and...

Makes love to me.

So intensely, 

So good, 

I feel I'm in a different universe.

And it's called Pleasure.